She sat in a chair in the parlour and regarded the darkening sky through the
small casement window. She could still remember
herself at age five, staring knives and daggers at the men
who came into the small yarn shop, under pretense of
business but really just to leer. I wouldn't accept my life
from him. "And now, shall we proceed to Queenhithe?"
"Stay!" cried the other, taking a chair, "a word with you, Mr. ’ Then she came closer and put her hand on his
chest so that it rested on the braid that decorated his scarlet coat. “Not
like it’s your fault if you wake up one day and decide you
hanker for a nice piece of ass, a ten-minute tumble. ‘Courage,’ urged her spouse. \"
\"It's okay. Immediately a feathered hat emerged, under which a familiar countenance
was visible. It is no more a murder, but a duel, you understand.
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